Cento ~ Hell Comes Unbidden

 Creative Commons ~ Rob Lee

I am very hungry. I am incomplete.

when you come to me unbidden,

I cry.

I hold my honey and I store my bread

in little cabinets of my will,

baubles of stolen kisses,

trinkets of borrowed loves,

trunks of secret words.

I label each latch and lid,

be firm till I return from hell.

I keep my eyes pointed in

where memories lie

hoping the devil days of my hurt

will not turn me insensitive.

I am hungry. I am incomplete.

None can give me any word but wait.

When memories of you come unbidden,

I cry.

A Cento is a poetic form composed of passages

 taken from one or more other authors, but arranged in a new structure or order.

This Cento was created from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem

“My Dreams, My works, Must Wait Till After Hell”

And Maya Angelou’s poem “When You Come”

dVerse ~ Poets Pub Form for All ~ Collage and the Art of Cento